Dad Wanted Me To Have That Speedometer

Shortly after a death personal property of the decedant t starts to disappear. This is not pursuant to a will,  or any court order. Instead it is some knob that is turned in the mind of the people who “knew him well” they all say, followed by “he wanted me to have this speedometer” or whatever.

What they really mean is “he doesn’t need this anymore and I want it”.

Most wills in our state have a provision for a list to found with the will at death declaring who is to get what after the author dies. The list has to be dated and signed but not witnessed, which is an exception to the normal wills acts formalities. Even so, no matter how easy the law is to follow most of the time people do not fill out the list and this leads to all kinds of mischief.

Instead things tend to evaporate causing friction among those of us left behind. Some of what is fought over is of little value, take this speedometer for example. I literally spent a day trying to prove the existence of old car parts and tools, as the decedant had left a large tract of land littered with old junked cars and the parts to go in them. This proved fruitless, let alone who entered the property and removed this speedometer to some “classic” auto which was still rusting there on the lot.

It is much harder it seems to remove a car that will not start and is covered in blackberry vines than a speedometer that is supposed to be entombed with the car.

It’s madness really. Stuff that was junk before the man died is now some prize to covet and obtain by any means and at any price. I was paid my fee for the effort. We lost.

Dad Wanted Me to Have This

I have literally fought in court over this speedometer

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